Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Things went to the dogs today!

 I made soup today.  turned out fine.

I made bread today.  failure.  why?  rancid oil!!  first time that has ever happened to me.  and the sad thing is....I fooled myself into thinking the oil was fresh!!  By the time I realized it really had a bit of a stench, was when I was forming the loaves.  surely I was wrong!  I baked it.  I sliced it.  I ate the heel and felt like one myself.  I said nothing to my hubby and he ate his piece.  He said nothing so I knew I was safe!!


Then I called to see how a friend was doing after surgery and told her husband that I'd baked bread and would bring over a loaf (I'm a class act, huh?! sharing gross bread!!!).  Then my sweet husband tells me that he can't let me do that because the bread tasted rancid- like bad oil.  I confess and tell him how faith filled I'd been, trying to convince myself that it didn't really taste like it really did.  


Our son dropped by and I told him my sad dilemma.  He let me know that his two dogs like my bread as a treat!  he thinly slices it and gives them a taste.  He took the fresh baked loaves home to slice and freeze and save and share. Right or wrong, for dog digestion...my 4 loaves of bread truly went to the dogs!!


Breadmaking today was a waste of time but the truth is it was my own fault.  I had that little heads-up early on and ignored the fleeting warning and proceeded forth full steam ahead.  How can I then feign surprise at bread not fit for consumption?


I don't always listen to that still small warning voice much less heed it.  I have brought things more serious than stale oil into my life!!  Shame on me!
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Here is a bunch of Japanese people, on YouTube,  to focus on and take my mind off what a nut I am sometimes.  It may help me to stop my sniveling and stop trying to blame everyone but myself, on knowingly using spoiled oil and expecting it to freshen. 


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Afpc_EcohcY&feature=player_embedded

Monday, December 12, 2011

On Stage!!!

Shakespeare....
Jaques:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 139–143

I am an avid fan of live theater!  Real entertainment!  Not junk and rubbish and coarseness/vulgarity etc. but just pure entertainment.  I admire those souls with that show must go on attitude and the courage and bravery of stepping on a stage and sharing your voice/your dance/your whatever you are showcasing, be it solo or ensemble, right there!, in plain sight for all to see!  To hopefully have all enjoy their offerings but the vulnerability of rejection looms in the wings, as one shares themselves with no house lights, rendering the audience faceless beings, in their darkened seats.

This week I got to attend two performances.  One at the Warehouse Theater and the other at the Capitol Theater.  One comedic- A Christmas Story and one ballet, The Nutcracker.  Bravo!!  Bravo!!  Going for dinner, being with friends, making an evening of it was just bliss!!


When I think of play actors, I think of the scriptures that talk about that subject.   Matthew, Chapter 6:1-18.  Jesus is still preaching the Sermon on the Mount and he is talking about appropriate alms-giving/acts of religious devotion and also appropriate prayer and also appropriate fasting.  The question is...

do we (hypocrites) do things for the reward of being noticed by others? 
or 
do we (His followers) do things privately and let God reward us ?  

footnote 6:2a hypocrites....
GR pretenders; the Greek word means 'a play actor,' 
or "one who feigns, represents dramatically, 
or exaggerates a part.'

Sometimes I cast myself and take center stage, in the lead role, the star... 
The Pretender!!  Basking in the spotlight!!  Bowing and absorbing the applause!! 

Do you? 





Saturday, December 10, 2011

Wanting to help someone?......

My sweet daughter called a couple of days ago, about her special friend, Robyn.  I first heard of Robyn when Jeanee did a photo shoot of her on the Florida beach in ballerina poses.  (on Robyn's site, listed below, if you go to My Story, #6 has about that photo shoot for Stampington)  No, actually I first heard of her when she was teaching Cassie and Tori dance.  Her story is amazing, how she has pushed through on dancing, in spite of Cystic Fibrosis.  She remains one of the oldest living women with CF.  Heartbroken, Jeanee told me time has run out for Robyn and her only hope is a double lung transplant and $$ is needed ASAP to bring this about.  So sad to happen at this time of year and to think of all that must transpire, for her to get a chance at a prolonged life.   On second thought...this is a great time of year, the Christmas season, a time of giving,  for her to need help.  Here is what Jeanee posted....

You can be a part of a miracle and help save a life. My dear friend Robyn is on the list for a double lung transplant. Time is short, she is a mother, money is needed. Any amount is appreciated. Click on the link to donate directly to her lungs and make a difference. Please share this link to spread the love and kindness. xoxo
www.robynslungs.com
Robyn's New Lungs - Rockledge, FL. Give Robyn the Breath of Life...DONATE MONEY FOR HER DOUBLE LUNG TRANSPLANT.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Being Nicer

4 ITEMS-


#1- A friend sent  this song with the following counsel-
         Don't go CHRISTMAS shopping until you watch this YouTube
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#2 BibleVideos.LDS.org is Church’s Gift to the World - Church News and Events

http://lds.org/church/news/biblevideosldsorg-is-churchs-gift-to-the-world?lang=eng

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 #3 Bible Videos - The Life of Jesus Christ - Watch Scenes from the Bible
Watch and share these new videos that will inspire you to increase your faith in Jesus Christ.

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#4 After my annual meltdown yesterday with me being frantic about decorations in towns, stores etc. I decided I need to get a grip on things.  I've been struggling with this for quite some time and I shared that 2 years ago it really got to me.  Figuring I didn't want to really go on feeling this way I have made some changes within after doing some thinking and pondering and self-evaluation.  

When I drove home last night, after checking out the sights, I decided to look at my home and see if I would guess a believer resided within.  Lights and garlands and a lit tree on the porch.  Nothing really indicating my conviction of the Savior. 

When I entered there were more garlands, a big tree fully decorated, ornaments hung on the lit garlands, collector houses around tree and on shelves, a wreath, a display of children gathering a tree and riding in a sleigh.  Up on the top shelf (where pictures used to be) are my all time 2 favorite Nativities....one, is a one piece by artist Jim Shore, and the other- 3 white pottery pieces of Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus.

I've never been a collector of Nativities like so many are.  We have a set of those old kind of poured plaster, many pieces, roughly painted and in looking around, I saw the rather large camel, for some odd reason, sitting alone on top of the wood burning stove.  Our daughter sent us a beautiful olive wood Nativity from Israel, when she was on a BYU Study Abroad.  Her own set got stolen in shipping so we eventually gave her the one she gave us.  I really enjoyed that one.

I realized that I've always associated Christmas with the Savior, being the Light of the world and to the world.  I'm comfortable with lots of lights as that represents hope to me.  I am also comfortable with old things from the past with all the old ornaments from many past Christmases.  I also like cozy homey family things so I enjoy all of the little houses with their soft glowing lights.  I love the smell of trees and the two wreaths  bring that freshness and memories of the past to my mind.
So all of those things, not things blaring or over sized, but oodles of things, do make me feel in the spirit of Christmas and I do think of Christ.

My new attitude is to enjoy all lights that people put up and let it remind me of what it always does at Christmas...the Light of Christ.  Not be mean spirited about it.  Continue to remind people that it is not just a holiday to me but the celebration of the birth of the Son of God.

and my really big decision....I'm going to start collecting Nativities over the next few years!  I have a book shelf with cubicles and I will clear them one by one, during this season, and one by one, as acquired put a Nativity in the cubby.  If anyone comes to visit, there will be no doubt in their mind that Christmas at our house is a celebration of the joy of His birth.

I feel so much better being nicer!! 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Name-tag!!!

Making an evening run to SS Ace Postal to make certain that my sister's birthday gift arrives on time, I was struck again by the absence of Christ in community decorations.  This sick feeling in the pit of my stomach hits every year without invitation.  

I'm merrily readying myself for the most joyous of times and suddenly I'm overcome with nostalgia and feel homesick, for a lifetime of familiarity for Christmas, when all of us were on the same page.  The merchants, the city planners, the homes (inside and out), the factory packaging, the labels, the signs heralding Christmas all over the place. 

And the music!...no grannies run over by reindeer ditties but what we called real Christmas music.  Christmas carols which were actually hymns, and sentimental heart tugging ballads like- Blue Christmas, I'll be home for Christmas, I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas- all of which tug at my heart still.  Radio stations and stores that played a month of real Christmas music.  Downtown loudspeakers played Christmas music.  Music celebrating and focusing on the birth of the Savior. The Hallelujah Chorus and other songs from the Messiah were heard frequently.

Schools had Christmas programs, complete with hymns and sometimes scriptures read.  Community choirs put on Christmas concerts. Dance recitals had a Christmas theme.

Tonight I was so bothered by SS having gorgeous big snowflakes attached to each lamppost.  I did not see one thing related to Christmas.  Granted it was dark but I was gawking and straining to see.  

At the grocery store, I said to the woman affixing discount tags to something on the end displays, at the check out line,
....I just traveled the full length of your town and there is absolutely nothing celebrating Christ.  It's all snowflakes.... 
she looked puzzled and then trying to appease me said....well, there is a star and a display on a Church down the street....
I said... well, I'd hope so but what about your town itself?  I like to see Christ in Christmas....  
she said...Things aren't like they used to be...  and went back to her pricing! 
Then I asked the young man, that was going to check me out, and as I framed my same question, I realized it was a young woman, that replied...
Times have changed.  $8.72 please... 
I said...but I'm Christian and I miss it.  Don't you?...  
her reply...It's okay.

Frustrated the life out of me.  I drove home and drove down my own center street and it's a variety of bells, Santa's, candy canes, street lamps, and what I thought looked like a star hung on our lampposts.  The City Hall has a lit Snowman outline holding up the wall. The lit silhouette of 3 reindeer, pulling an appropriately empty sleigh on the edge of the graveyard, just made me question how far things have deteriorated from what used to be.

I have Happy Holidays, Winter Wonderland, Season Greetings pushed at me and never a mention of Christmas and yet it's perfectly acceptable to have signage, greetings, appropriate gifts all connected with the celebration of Hanukkah and Kwanzaa.  Why is okay to use those terms and what they stand for and what they are celebrating as religious events and yet Christmas is banned? 


True.  I am soapboxing.  but it's just so sad to me and so maddening at the same time.  2 years ago my feelings started to build.  A clerk told me happy holidays and I told her that just doesn't work for me.  It's Merry Christmas.  

I then started looking for signs in nearby cities of Christmas decorations and really got down.  Our new Church house was being built and in the midst of my blues, the builders put the name on our Church!  I was ecstatic.  I felt like the Savior was now represented in our town.


I was struck by the largeness of the sign and how prominent the name Jesus Christ was.  I didn't remember seeing that on other LDS Churches and realized I'd not really been around that many.  I felt the sign didn't look like the one on the building we were meeting in.  It looked more like a Missionary nametag.  I felt like the Church had a nametag on!!  I compared the tags the Elders wore.  Then went over to the Toppenish Church and looked at that name.  Totally different in design!

It hit me that the General Church had picked things up a notch.  Not letting the Church name fade into the background and be rather nondescript in how it looked and where it was placed but making it very clear and bold.  Leaving no doubt to anyone that read it.

My friend, Myra Faye, knowing of my frustration, called and told me to come over and I'd feel better in looking at her garage!  this is what I found!

There are still believers in the world that state their convictions!!

This is the Toppenish building.  No wonder I was caught off guard with the new sign below!!
This is the day that my heart soared with happiness.  December 2009
I have never entered a photography contest and therefore have never won a prize!!

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Bitten by the love-bug!!

On Friday night the annual Stake HP dinner/fireside was held.  It's always enjoyable and fun to see the number that attend.  I was seated in the Chapel for the fireside portion and thought Terry had sat down next to me, I was turned away visiting with Emma and didn't see him.  Then he started pushing me with his shoulder.  I turned and it was our friend Bob from our days of working in the YA Branch for 4-1/2 years.  It was wonderful to see him.  

He reminded me that his wife Suzy had died almost 4 years ago.  We agreed it seemed like yesterday and how thankful he is for the Gospel plan and knowing that he will see her again.  

For all those years Suzy and I sat together every Sunday and attended FHE every Monday and also went to extra outings while our husbands did the Priesthood duties.  We became friends.  One time he told me that he'd read her journals and she'd mentioned our friendship and that touched my heart.  He misses her so much but he's at peace, as much as he can be, with the loss of someone that he's spent years with.

Terry and I have been together for many years.  We are high-school sweethearts.  One of the things we loved to do was dance.  We danced a lot at school dances and also a teen club.  Then we got involved in some sort of a Saturday event at the Teen Club that was broadcast  on the radio.  We had a panel of teens and we'd judge music for danceablity and rate it.  We'd dance and practice all sorts of steps.  We also had a teen variety show on the local TV channel.  I was the MC.  We'd dance there also.  

A popular thing to do was to call radio stations and dedicate songs to people.  (they probably don't do that anymore!!)  Being two teens in love we'd dedicate songs that we deemed to be romantic and said what was in our heart.  Music spoke our feelings.

When we got home from the HP dinner, Terry immediately said that he wanted me to listen to a song that he'd recorded from a TV show.  He was dedicating a song to me. He told me how much he loves me and how he would just not be able to make it if I died before him.  That he can't bear the thought of not having me in his life.  He was so sweet.  He went through his list of shows and found a Country show of some sort and played Bill Anderson singing a love song entitled...  If Anything Happened to You.

I looked over at him in his chair and saw tears trickling down his face.  I too was emotional.... Not just from the song lyrics but just from having him share such deep feelings in such a sweet sincere humble way. Then he gave me the gentlest hug and the most tender kiss and told me again how much he loves me in his life.  Sigh.

Marriage is well worth the effort it takes to keep on keeping on.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

...in their hearts.- Part 2

Nancy-

You know, I could give a lot of information about TS, but not sure how much you want? So I'll just give what I think would be helpful.

For us Tourette Syndrome was manifested around the age of 8-1/2. A doctor first suggested it, and I brushed him off, thinking that TS was kids who yelled out swear words randomly, I had no idea that that was only in rare cases. It wasn't until he was almost 10 and getting frustrated on a daily basis at school with kids telling him 'you are so annoying' 'be quiet' etc, etc, and finally hearing that he had been sent to a different room to take tests because the kids were so disturbed by him. At that point I started reading a little, and trying to figure out what to do.

There is no cure for TS at this time, so all the information wasn't very encouraging. The medication had a lot of side effects that I felt would change his personality too much, and so opted for the lowest dose of one particular drug Guafacine.

When we go to church functions we usually sit in the back because his noises are so persistent, it's hard too to go to concerts, and sometimes movies. People think he can control it, and make it go away if he tries hard enough, but really it's like trying to hold back a sneeze, it just builds and builds until it's huge.

You can give yourself a TS scenario by doing this activity. Try to write the pledge of allegiance in about 2 minutes, but instead of writing like you usually do you need to erase every 3rd word and rewrite it. Also every 5-10 seconds tap your pinkies on the table, and then see if you can do it. It's not as easy as it sounds.

In addition to tics we deal with compulsiveness, and obsessive behaviors as well as a bit of a delay in motor skills. This makes him less athletic, and socially unaware at times. It's coming, and he understands more now than he used to, but it's been really slow to come.

We have spent countless nights comforting him when the tics are so bad he can't stop jerking long enough to fall asleep. Or when he has such severe pain from a tic, but can't stop doing that particular tic. Really you just have to survive through the tough times, because there are times where it's fine. Like right now we are in a really good time, and so we hardly notice it. But it always comes back, and sometimes with a vengeance, so we live, learn and pray that next time will be a little less, and we just love him no matter what.

Johnathan just needs to be treated like any other kid. And hopefully people can be tolerant when they don't understand his behaviors. He isn't perfect, but he isn't a troublemaker. He's smart, and sweet and loves people. Anyway, I'm off the point, but he would do anything in the world to help anyone who needed it.

So how's that for a novel, huh?

Have a good one.

Crystal
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About two months before my son was born I had a dream that I was speaking to a child in sign language. The day the agency called to say he was born they also said "he was born with a cleft lip and palate, do you still want him?" We were shocked and stunned. Do we still want him? He was dreamed of and loved before he was born. Of course we wanted him. I had no doubt he was my child. Of course I wanted him. I was prepared and ready to speak with my hands if I needed to tell my boy I loved him.

Levi's first surgery was at 4 months of age. During that surgery he needed to have his lip repaired, tubes placed in both ears and several other little procedures. Over the past 14 years he has had 12 more surgeries. Some more serious and traumatic than others- but all necessary to help him lead a more productive and normal life style.

Levi has other challenges. He is autistic. Autism is a puzzle. Personally I do not believe Levi 'became', 'changed into' or was 'sickened' into autism. Levi was born with some of his eccentricities. He never liked the baby swing. He never allowed his bare feet to touch the grass. By the time he was 4 months old he was able to completely undress himself by squirming out of his clothing.

Levi is sensitive to noises, the way clothing feels, unfamiliar situations and perseverates on super heroes, monsters and beautiful women. Levi has a habit of touching interesting things. Exploring things he finds interesting with his fingers. He has difficulty navigating social situations. He wouldn't know a bully is picking on him~ he might think the bully is starting a real conversation. Levi could easily put himself in danger by not perceiving and interpreting social intricacies and cues.

Levi is rare among autistics. He has a wonderful sense of humor and loves and "gets" word play. He is also very affectionate. I truly believe this in a direct blessing and gift from God. He knew that I would need affection from my child. Levi gives and can receive wonderful hugs.

He is also very bright. By 2nd grade he was reading dinosaur names 30 letters long. Levi has a photographic memory that he uses when he chooses. He can quote from anything he has read that interests him.

What I wish people understood? We all have disabilities. It's just that Levi's are more obvious. If you are a store keeper, don’t put bright shiny expensive baubles where they are easily touched by children who might find it interesting- DUH! Any child may want to touch it, mine truly has a 'need' to touch it and lacks the control to stop that impulse. It is okay to ask Levi questions about himself. It is okay to draw limits and please tell him when something is not socially acceptable. Please remember that he is also on a journey. His path is more challenging but no less important. I may not have to speak to Levi with my hands. What a blessing it is to listen to him with my heart.

Nancy, I hope this is okay.
 Love,
Tamera

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Nancy-
Dustin was five years old when we arrived here.   Basically, he’s autistic, though there is some mental retardation.
As for his past accomplishments, he served a mission at the Kennewick Bishop’s Storehouse. He packed produce and other items for needy families during his mission. The missionary couple that supervised the facility were very pleased with his work. He’s my obedient soldier.
He has played piano for sacrament and recitals. He still has piano lessons and hopefully we will branch out with other instruments.
Dustin is a member of our Cultural Presentation grouped titled “The Many Feathers” performers. He performs native dancing. He has full regalia and enjoys sharing his culture.
Where ever we go Dustin goes. He’s seen “CATS” three times, the Yakima Symphony, “The Nutcracker” every other year—including the Russian version, SLC General Conference, Priesthood meetings at the Marriot Center as well as local, Antique Car Shows (which is one of his favorites). Met Lou Ferigno (the TV Incredible Hulk), Pete Rose (Baseball Player), shook hands with Dallin H. Oakes, Wes Studi (Indian actor “Last of the Mohicans”)BYU plays and productions, Utah Jazz Pre-game practice session, been to Disneyland/Universal Studios twice, most everything Seattle can offer, and traveled extensively most of the states west of North Dakota. That’s just a small part of where Dustin has been and done. I believe exposing him to every possible opportunity that any person of his age could have, has made Dustin more aware and feel accepted. He knows he has a place and that he is valued.
Dustin’s home life has been treated with fairness. That means he gets to make family choices as well as carry out chores. Dustin is in charge of heading our FHE. He opens it, assigns the prayers, songs, and closes it. He also has given FHE lessons as well. I believe that is one of his favorite things to do in the week. Every fast Sunday, those who haven’t borne their testimony in church have an opportunity at our home. Before we pray to break the fast, we have a testimony meeting. Dustin has always bore his testimony every fast Sunday.
Every night he makes sure we have our family prayer.
He is very diligent to oversee proper usage of media. If the television is on and there is an inappropriate commercial, he will stand in front of it so no one can see it. And if there is a movie that may have an inappropriate word or phrase he holds the remote control to mute it. I enjoy the times when it’s getting late during the day and some member of the family is not home, Dustin will inquire where they are. He is well aware of being home on time. Dustin needs order in his life and dependable schedules. Church is a must to him. He knows where he should be and also what not to do on Sunday.
I truly believe that Dustin has been the catalyst of spiritual motivation to our family. His innocence, gentle mannerism, and obedience have been a standard in our family. His physical stature is comparable to his spiritual stature. I know he was put in our family for good reason. He is the cornerstone of our family puzzle. We may stumble or stray away from our proper puzzle position, but Dustin is firm in the simplicity of gospel standards. At Dustin’s age, what more would I want than a son who honor’s his manhood, with what our general authorities advise “gentleness, compassion, and sincere love”—I love my little boy.
I know this was long, but you can edit. I appreciate your interest—you are very kind and thoughtful.
Enjoy your day,
Judy
Nancy,
 Yes, I would encourage members to greet him. He needs more involvement. He’s here with me right now. Everyone’s busy, so he’s in my office until Brandon gets out of class. We all share Dustin.
Thanks again,
Judy
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 Dustin is 24.  Levi is 14.  Johnathan is 11.   All are blessed with living angels as their Mothers.